We need more male black teachers, tempting them with extra cash if necessary.
I wept as I remembered how often you and I had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
A great book is like great evil.
Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk. . . somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.
Set a thief to catch a thief.
Nothing unattested do I sing.
I abhor, too, the roaming lover, nor do I drink from every well; I loathe all things in common
The myth of objectivity made nonfiction increasingly unread. In feature articles, we could be playful in the opening and clever in the end but in the middle it was back to the boring basics.
There are very real differences between science fiction and realistic fiction, between horror and fantasy, between romance and mystery. Differences in writing them, in reading them, in criticizing them. Vive les différences! They're what gives each genre its singular flavor and savor, its particular interest for the reader - and the writer.
God is Dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we - we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.
I put out Imaginaryland, I heard a lot of, "Oh she's copying Laurie Anderson," and I was like, wait. . . but I don't know her music! Maybe - didn't she have a song called "Superman"?